Ready, Set, Fall

Mother, what's left of you,
Should I give up?
Your kiss, my forehead
And it's a torture
What have they done to your heart?
(What have they done to your heart?)
Our dreams turned into plaques,
This world's worst failure
I stand still, one step from Credo.
This generation couldn't control his own will.
Mother, what's left of you,
Should I give up?
Your kiss, my forehead
And it's a torture
What have they done to your heart?
(What have they done, what have they done to your heart?)